Congratulations on the birth of your second child. You must have your hands full with a preschooler and a baby. I can’t imagine what you are going through. Keeping an eye on that preschooler while the baby is passed out in his car seat must be more than you can handle because I can think of no other reason that you would let your son whiz all over the toilet seat and floor and not even attempt to clean it up, knowing my daughter and I were waiting right outside the door.
That was low. I would give you a pass if you had been simultaneously feeding the baby and taking the preschooler to the bathroom, but you weren’t. So while my daughter was on the verge of wetting herself, I got to mop up the urine of your son. You’re welcome. It was the highlight of my day.
Additionally, because I care, I would like to point out that your son may be slightly dehydrated. You might want to up the fluid intake until his urine resembles the color of lemonade rather than apple juice. You didn’t even have to fork over a co-pay for that information.
You are lucky I was in an example-setting mood when we encountered each other. I thought I was doing a good thing in teaching my daughter compassion for others, but looking back, all she got from that is that cleaning up other people’s’ piss is her responsibility. It is not. So I write this as much for her as for you.
In the future, when your son’s poor aim results in a toilet that you wouldn’t sit on, wipe it off, particularly when you’ve taken him in to the ladies’ bathroom. Last I checked, most of us are still tinkling from a seated position.
So best of luck with #2. I hope he pees in your face later. Think of me.
My Hands Are Actually Full